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letra de war - nwm cee murdaa

[intro:]
[?] is crazy
ahhhhhhh!
yeah! you know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga
it’s one of these n-ggas, ain’t it?
gang
now, i know we- motion boy

[pre-chorus:]
dee keep on hittin’ my phone, sayin’ that they want some mores
he sayin’ that she want like 5, but i only got like 4
if you wanna go to war, b-tch, we can go to war
i just ran outta’ ammunition, time to go back to the store
[chorus:]
bring them glocks out, bring them chops out, i heard it’s war
bring the box out, it’s time to lurk and put some on the board
up one, but i ain’t satisfied, i’m itchin’ for some more
scary sight, a .22, and lil’ l jumpin’ out that door
walk ’em down, open his face up, body leakin’ on the floor
doa, we smashed off, to let ’em hear the engine roar
clеan up crew sit in yo’ cut like peroxidе, sit in the sore
plug love to see our face, we drippin’ when we hit the store

[verse:]
you know i’ma rock out, but ain’t hoppin’ out with the taurus
we gon’ hop out with these wh0res, michael drejka, and flip a car
n-gga, let’s go r for r, i ain’t tryna’ go bar for bar
i’m tryna’ leave yo’ face deep, somewhere buried face-down in tar
in the concrete, yeah, the opps that popped me
but it’s crazy, ’cause i still be spinnin’ where the opps be
you can tell if i’m in st. louis ’cause where all the shots be
if shots fired on the- shhh, then you know them shots me
he was mad i was pipin’ his b-tch, his ass said, “block me”
but she wanted more so you know she unblocked big boss cee
hit him in his chin, came out his jaw, i heard he lost t–th
if the opps there then we there, shootin’ up every party

[chorus:]
bring them glocks out, bring them chops out, i heard it’s war
bring the box out, it’s time to lurk and put some on the board
up one, but i ain’t satisfied, i’m itchin’ for some more
scary sight, a .22, and lil’ l jumpin’ out that door
walk ’em down, open his face up, body leakin’ on the floor
doa, we smashed off, to let ’em hear the engine roar
clean up crew sit in yo’ cut like peroxide, sit in the sore
plug love to see our face, we drippin’ when we hit the store
[verse 2:]
got ammo but need some more, since them n-ggas say it’s smoke
they know they can’t get up with me, so n-ggas try to send a ho
these b-tches get real slimy ’bout that paper, that’s on wapo, no
thought they had me but i got ’em both, green light, it’s a go
hold up, they know who really havin’ motion at a show
pop a perc, pour up some drank, i’m loaded, got me movin’ slow
in the trenches with my ice on, we could still go toe-to-toe
strap for strap, link up in the street, hop out, go blow for blow
n-ggas know, i’m a young turnt n-gga
you ain’t big tg, ain’t get outside, ain’t put in work wit’cha
they was scared
i’m the one who bounce out, two guns broad day, hit sum’n in the head
last n-gga brought up lil’ shorty, on my brother, that b-tch dead
thinkin’ wit’ his d-ck, hopped on my b-tch, so look, this how we play it
sit outside, this n-ggas think sh-t sweet, wait ’till they hit the bed
get they phone, delete the convo’s, this sh-t here could send us fed
crack the back do’, on her signal, we gon’ knock off both they heads

- nwm cee murdaa

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